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|| What if Johnny didn't die, huh? Would Pony still be the Pony we know and love? Would Pony finally admit his true feelings for the much smaller boy? I wanna see how this would turn out, how they're true relationship would come to be.
Pony sat down in the vacant lot, his hands behind his head. His mind was in far places, thinking about the rumble, though he had no idea why, it was years ago. He sighed at the thought. Johnny just made it out of the hospital, barely surviving. Pony was glad Johnny didn't have to witness himself in such a broken state.
Ponyboy played with his well oiled hair, the slightly blonde hair curling in his finger tips. The peroxide still hasn't grown out much, just barely showing his natural color. He smiled softly at the thought of him and Johnny alone up at Jay Mountain, reading that thick book, eating bologna sandwiches. that was pry the longest amount of time he spent alone with the black-eyed boy. ||
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